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Страница xv - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Страница ii - Of allegory properly handled, judiciously subdued, seen only as a shadow or by suggestive glimpses, and making its nearest approach to truth in a not obtrusive and therefore not unpleasant appositeness, the Undine of De La Motte Fouque is the best, and undoubtedly a very remarkable specimen.
Страница 145 - LIKE as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde Directs her course unto one certaine cost, Is met of many a counter winde and tyde, With which her winged speed is let and crost, And she her...
Страница 184 - And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limbeck did adown distil : In his right hand a tipped staff he held, With which his feeble steps he stayed still ; For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld ; That scarce his loosed limbs he able was to weld.
Страница 184 - That sweetly sung to call forth Paramours) And in his hand a javelin he did beare, And on his head (as fit for warlike stoures) A guilt engraven morion he did weare; That as some did him love, so others did him feare.
Страница xvii - Her cheeks like apples which the sun hath rudded, Her lips like cherries charming men to bite, Her breast like to a bowl of cream uncrudded, Her paps like lilies budded, Her snowy neck like to a marble tower ; And all her body like a palace fair, Ascending up, with many a stately stair, To honour's seat and chastity's sweet bower.
Страница 55 - Right fit to rend the food on which he fared. His name was Care; a Blacksmith by his trade, That neither day nor night from working spared, But to small purpose yron wedges made; Those be Unquiet Thoughts that carefull minds invade.
Страница 193 - Or weigh the thought that from mans mind doth flow But if the weight of these thou canst not show, Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth fall : For how canst thou those greater secrets know, That doest not know the least thing of them all ? Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.